The charm and affection was all preamble to be sure, since there was soon to be a process of severe pain.
"Yes, precisely that. The Phoenix is something that we both resemble. We both died and returned, my own resurrection was more figurative at first. A wholly new man with the memories and body of one who'd died before... And your story is more closely resembling it. However, the fire portion of it symbolizes passion, desire. And you, miss Sadako, had a passion to live, a passion to survive and take that which wronged you and consume it with your own special skills."
He wandered to the kitchen and poured two cups of tea. He'd gone shopping and had bought green tea, just for a bit of variety. Not only that, but he figured she'd appreciate the taste of home. He offered her one of the cups and sat down on the couch. "What I intend is to give you a scar which is symbolic of your history, something which closely resembles you as a person. It will hurt more than I care to admit. But it will be beautiful, and much better than any scrawling cut I could've given you on Sunday."